The Blind Eternity's
9. First owner

"It's not usually you come here without orders."

Liza looked up to answer. "I'd like to collect some time off after the mission, sir." Then he fell back down.

Because of the incident some time ago, Liza did not seem to recognize the superiors in front of her at this time. Mister Andreas accidentally changes Liza's perspective on him.

"The big mission hasn't been resolved." His words turned into a warning.

Liza tried not to be defensive on her boss because after all, Mister Andreas could have bulldozed her head whenever she wanted as he did with Ivo a few days ago.

"Then give me a task. I can't stay here without doing anything while my family's waiting for me in Chicago."

"Don't joke with me, Miss Smith."

Liza let out a breath. He forgot who Mister Andreas was. In addition to his perlente appearance, Mister Andreas' stoic face was completely indisputable.

"Ok fine! My girlfriend's waiting there. I also don't understand why he can go home before his time."

Mister Andreas fused his eyebrows together. "Where do you know that? You're not breaking any rules, with an Android or a sim card?"

"I DON'T! AND OF COURSE NEVER!- OH, I'M SORRY, SIR!" Liza cursed at her stupidity. Why can he be so disrespectful to his boss for money time is not exactly what it is now. Stupid, lamented.

Mister Andreas got up from his seat of greatness. He began to notice Liza more closely.

"You look nervous. Is something bothering you?"

Stupid question. "Yes." Yeah."

"Are you a stranger to me yesterday?"

The stupid question continues. "Yes." Yeah."

"Did I really look different?"

The pervert! Pervert's question is the same as his developer.

"Am I cool in your eyes?"

Liza shakes. Now he got up and tried to see with his superior's blue eyes. "You don't look like you. Can I guess something?'

"of course! I'm receiving all the input."

"You're like a different person. I mean not the same as the first, sir. I'm guessing you have some connection to that organization. Not as an enemy, maybe you think the organization is a friend." Liza spoke fluently as if the one coming out of her throat had been nicely designed.

Mister Andreas laughed. His fist closed his lips.

"I thought you were really smart and ... Dangerous. I'm proud of you, Miss Smith," he said, patting Liza on the shoulder proudly.

Liza looked at the direction the hand landed on. He then turned to his boss who had stopped laughing. There were no more narrowed eyes from his superior but that gaze was now staring intently at him. He closed his eyes as he felt the muzzle of the Desert Eagle directly on his forehead. But it didn't really happen because it was just an expectation.

"But unfortunately you're too quick to draw conclusions." Mister Andreas is back on his seat.

Liza raised one eyebrow and sat back in place.

He can feel distrustful of his boss. If that was the case, would Liza be locked up in hell because of the suspicious actions of her own superiors? Stupid timing. Liza will try to provide evidence regarding her analysis.

"I hope there are no guns involved in this" said Liza flatly.

Mister Andreas looked at him then nodded. While Liza felt that the nod had a meaning 'yes, I will actually fire after this conversation is over' well that's just her thinking.

"I have evidence of your connection to the organization."

Mister Andreas only muttered in return. Now his fingers are busy typing something on the laptop keyboard of the most sophisticated communication company in the world.

"From the beginning you were relaxed about Jeremy's death." Liza started out with her first strangeness on Mister Andreas.

"Why cry for a traitor?"

"OK Jeremy is a traitor, but it's strange that in the long run you've known about Jeremy's actions" Liza replied.

"Don't I tell you I'm suspicious of him?"

"Slices can sometimes lie. And so, I don't fully believe it. Can you give me concrete evidence?"

"I didn't know you were this stupid to judge your own boss for being a traitor" Mister Andreas' tone sounded faint.

"I don't if you give evidence. At least give me a written note on your analysis, maybe?"

Mister Andreas massaged his temple with his eyes closed. He felt that he was being interrogated indirectly by his own subordinates at this time. Come to think of it, it's really embarrassing. "I have some copies of Jeremy's voice recordings in some strange language. My guess is that it's an argot in his organization."

"That's just a guess, sir. Like you said, don't jump to conclusions you should be on-the-head"

Liza saw the scattered objects on the table. That's paper. Then he started taking them one by one and putting them together. It is not stupid to know the 9 papers that are in his hands. Nominal money with a large number of income and withdrawal categories is clearly displayed on the paper with the date and name of the bank.

"You hacked Jeremy's wife's bank account? Don't you know that's presumptuous, sir?"

"Think yourself. I don't remember having a man as stupid as you."

Is Liza too quick to draw conclusions? Who cares though. Come on, things smell like hacking is a presumptuous act. If the one that was hacked was indeed something important, no problem. But if what was hacked was the account of Jeremy's wife that was completely useless...?

Waitaminute!

Looks like Liza has to pull that useless remark again.

Jeremy's wife?

Withdrawals and spending money? And... Jeremy's wife?

"Oh, shit! Is Jeremy still sending money on-I mean, so Jeremy's still alive?"

"You're weird. Didn't you say the same thing back then?"

"It's more real than your statement back then, Mister... I mean, maybe because back then you looked just like guessing with the origin"

"Whatever!" Mister Andreas interrupts quickly and closes his laptop. "You'd better make a letter of resignation and get out of office, Miss Smith. I can give your job to Miss Jane."

Silent greet. Mister Andreas is seen commenting on the smile; he is pleased that it looks like Liza will plead with him not to remove his post.

"I don't have a problem. After all, I am tired of constantly dealing with challenging things. I am a woman who should be protected and not even put a body in the vanguard in the danger zone," Liza said, leaning her head against the tongue of the chair. His words were indeed ordinary but enough to make Mister Andreas stunned.

"That's where you go. You were put on leave for one last week without any more orders, come home quickly. Otherwise, I'll destroy your apartment with a bazooka from a hundred feet tall."

Liza smiled in submission. He wanted to be open in laughter, but the situation was not possible. It could have been a private Desert Eagle with a silencer belonging to Mister Andreas lodged in his big brain. Thinking that, made Liza want to immediately run away from the execution room.

"Oh yeah, how's your shoulder?"

Double shit!

"Just a little pain. The rest I'm fine, sir," replied Liza.

"I'm sorry for that. I'll send a few dollars to your account for treatment."

Goddess Fortuna sided with Liza this time.

"Thank you, sir. But there's actually something I want to ask you again about Ivo yesterday. Why did you suddenly shoot when he wanted to explain the mastermind to the dance."

"Next time you'll know. It's gone there. I'm not interested in index sports right now."

The index sport in question is Pressing the Desert Eagle Lever. Really a pervert.

"alright. Thank you, Sir. Sorry to suspect you. Excuse me. Good morning." Good morning."

As she closed the door, Liza let out a sigh of relief. At least not a single bullet .357 Magnum lodged in his body and the good news is he has information about Jeremy. It's lucky Liza hasn't given Jeremy's last regards to his wife. If only he had, he would have borne the shame this time.

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"Soliciting for another leave, huh? I think you should tell your man about your job so he doesn't force you home. He could've called all of a sudden while he was on duty, right?"

Liza nodded unhappily. "Since when have you been this chatty?"

"That means I care about you!" screeched Vero while pressing on Liza's shoulder which was battered by the bandage.

"That hurts, motherfucker!" Liza kicked Vero's shins until the girl staggered while holding onto the part of her pain.

The wound from being hit by a bullet belonging to Mister Andreas yesterday was a terrible misfortune for Liza's shoulder. Somehow the wound had not shown any progress, it was still wet and quite linu when it was touched. And Vero foolishly pressed him. Vero tried to dig his own grave.

"Oh shit! It will be bruised" Vero said, rubbing his leg.

"good. You can learn to put yourself in certain situations. That bruise I made will teach you an important lesson" said Liza. "I'll be going in the afternoon. Don't call me in a week. I don't care if it's a very important condition though. I'm not coming, okay! Save this phone." Liza pulled Vero's palm and placed her service phone into Vero's hand.

"Die you fucking!" peekut Vero's. He throws his shoes at Liza who starts to move away to get dressed.

"I'm going to die. But not now."

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To be continued